HIS FATAL SHADES (BOOK-TWO)

17- Answers are what I seek!

17— Answers are what I seek!

"Hope is a natural feeling because when you have hope; you are never a prisoner to anybody."

— Saumya Tripathi 

How ironic was it to actually understand: why the most dangerous place for humans was their own working minds? 

Wasn't it?

It could do both: soothe you with positive thoughts or mentally crumble you into pieces with its overthinking negative skills. It won't take much but everything out of a person that has to offer before laying them bare and empty and insane with no sense of knowledge about their surroundings.

I blinked at the view before my eyes. With my posture crouched and legs surrounded by hands, head on top of the knees, I sighed, despondently. 

The first ray of sun beamed brightly in the firmament, spreading the dark yet light hues altogether: red, pale and orange, mixed up distantly making it look more beautiful and mesmerising from afar. Enthralling. Just like it was supposed to be early in the morning. Sunrises and sunsets were the perfect scenes to behold because with every new ray of the sun— comes a different experience of nature. Birds were chirping in chorus; their voices so soothing; so melodious— that had me captured into their grasp of the inevitable group. I wanted to listen to them all day, if possible. Better yet I wanted to be one of them.

"I wish I were a bird as free as them in the fresh air in the sky: flying." 

A vase of a lone wilting flower was set on the glass table just beside me by the floor-to-ceiling window. It was a one peace lily as I recalled my mother telling me about some of the plants, one being the Calla lily. 

"Spathiphyllum wallisii," I murmured suddenly, catching the botanical name my mother had uttered when gardening. 

"It is not truly a Lily but the flowers are no less resembling Calla lily. I read about them when researching the plants when I was in school," her sweet voice smoothed my mind when it rang in my head. "Spathe flower and cobra plant are its names which they go by," a slow but sure slight curve of my lips told me I was smiling at the distant memory embellished by my mother. 

But the flower was wilting. 

Just like me— dying but slowly and unsteadily. 

It was the birth of another day of despondence. I shook my head, eyes holding sadness. 

Five days elapsed in a daze with a torturous pace. The time appeared to have slowed down. No one came in for the first five days. Well, not the known faces I had known since I had been brought here. Five whole days went by. No one came. Not even Sabba and Zahar nor Fatima. Not even for a moment, not even for a few seconds. Not even for once. Not even him. Not like I wanted to regard him, but I wanted answers. Answers— those answers which I seemed to seek: desperately and briskly. It would be the sixth day as well if no one comes to visit us, albeit shortly. 

We were left totally alone— all together in a large luxurious— spacious room with just the two of us inside— alone and lonely among ourselves, I felt out of place. Yet, we were provided with every needed kind of stuff. Of different types of food and milk till cleaned fresh clothes and accessories. We were never deprived of any things or any kind of stuff whichever we would have needed. All were provided to us without even asking for our permission— which infuriated me even more as if I wasn't kidnapped. But could you say these luxuries which are being provided to you as kidnapping? Cutting my own thought, my subconsciousness, rebuked me. And, somewhat, I couldn't help but agree with it. They were more like behaving as if we had come on a vacation rather than being taken against our will. That was so peculiar. That even so had me thinking— why would he want us here? We were not being held like a prisoner here even. Not yet that is! Then why? Inadvertently, my mind seemed to concur yet again. Just on the contrary— as I had imagined we should have been kept here: deprived of food and other substances needed kinds of stuff however I had never thought that we would have been given a comfortable life. But what baffled me were: